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The tablet gives an image of... Paul Smecker, looking slightly disheveled, and Glitch looking seriously disheveled, as well as bleeding from scratches on his face. Both of them are rather damp although Glitch is fairly water-logged.

"--just fucking hold still and let me check you for--"

"--this is more important--"

"Alright, you talk, I check for concussions, genius--"

Glitch clears his throat and addresses the city via Paul's tablet. "We have a situation. There's... some sort of monster, I suppose, running loose-- ugly yellow-- ow! careful-- ugly yellow thing with... horns, fangs, claws--"

Glitch breaks off into a fit of coughing. He's cradling one hand with the other. Behind him, his shop can be seen-- with black smoke pouring from the roof. Paul grabs the tablet back while pushing a water bottle at Glitch.

"Yeah, I guess whatever the fuck did that to his shop is loose and screwing around. He-- what?"

(Glitch and Paul both talk for the next ten seconds, making what either of them is saying indistinguishable. Finally Paul looks back to the tablet.)

"--okaaaay, I guess it, he, was wearing a prisoner bracelet and he, uh, speaks in rhyme. The fuck, Glitch?"

"I'm not making that up! Here, give it back!"

Paul sighs, and hands the tablet over again.

[ooc: OKAY so as usual I fail at my own deadlines, but, WARNING IS NOW UP. Feel free to react. Keri, if you want to add more stuff from Glitch other than what we discussed, go for it like a boss. <3 Big Fighty Post coming soon.]

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"I'll be there soon. What should I expect, other than fire?"

Madelyne takes up speed hurrying toward the fire before too much more damage is done.

"Goblyns and ghosts, of course, dear girl
"To stab at your heart, and put your head in a whirl," Etrigan's voice cuts in, speaking in a bored and lazy drawl.

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Madelyne clenches her jaw briefly before she pulls a breath in and lets it out again, "Thanks for the trip down memory lane."

She actually manages to sound somewhat thankful.

"Such manners! Did you also thank the architect of your creation
"For making you a pale and second-ranking imitation?"

"No. I burned him to a cinder, not that that stops him, more's the pity," Madelyne says still entirely polite but there is a definite undercurrent filled with malice and steel.

The voice on the other end of the line laughs, with all appearance of delight at Maddy's response.

"You singed his soul and burnt his bones?
"Dear girl! You've piqued my sweet desire!
"My searing erog-wotsit zones
"Are always warmed by ardent fire.
"By your choices past in things sartorial
"Should I assume you're up for a tutorial?"

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Meanwhile, Glitch has recovered enough from another coughing fit to reply tp her previous question.

"Um...not much, think it's run off for now but me a-an' Paul are keeping an eye out."

"Run off maybe but still around. That's the way of these things," Maddy says dryly.

"I'll take care of the fire, Glitch. You take care of yourself."

"Thank you, Maddy," and he means that sincerely, and nods and tries his usual crooked half smile. "Mayland's bringing tea, we should all meet up later for strategy. Something."

"Of course, Glitch."

She doesn't mention that she sort of hopes the demon will still be there so she can confront it. That's another thing entirely, though.

Since our other heroes are skedaddling:

The fire, incidentally, can be put out via starving it of oxygen. It'll be stubborn but manageable, and in the end the damage will be confied to the ground floor with the back of the shop seeing the worst of it. There will be smoke and water damage throughout, however, and there may need to be some inspection for structural integrity later. Glitch is going to cry.

Hilariously there is one item which, despite being parked amid the worst of the conflagration, will be perfectly pristine and untouched: the terrible tacky ~~pimp~~ carnival wagon Glitch had recently finished repairing. The aliens do so love preserving their ~~prisoners'~~ pets' gifts.

"I didn't much enjoy the last demon encounter I had. I wasn't quite myself anymore by the end of it," Madelyne says, not entirely sure why she's continuing to have this conversation but not all that eager to stop it, either.

"And how do you think you'll fare this time...?" Etrigan drawls, delighted by her own admissions.

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"No rhyme?"

Madelyne is amused by that, though it is a dark humor, certainly.

"I don't know. This is a different place and you're a different demon. The others were manipulators and facilitators."

The transmission is only sound, so she cannot see the amused gleam in his own eyes when she, wittingly or not, completes the stanza for him.

"All demons are. Any others are but liars.
"We follow form of He that fell from grace to darkling fires
"And as He plays mortals for his contemptuous pleasure
"We likewise lead, and use, and tweak, at our sweet damnéd leisure."

"I admit, I don't know you, but you seem much more hands on than the ones who came to me in my dreams with seductive offers."

Madelyne still isn't sure why she's still having this conversation. Perhaps, playing with fire is carved into her DNA. It always seems to start out deep and dark within her.

"N'astirh and S'ym didn't show up until I had done most of the work for them already."

Etrigan yawns, which is audible.

"Eager to talk of your past résumé
"As the soul for any demon that cares for a ride?
"Dear girl, you needn't sell yourself to me
"I'm all too happy to slither right on inside."

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